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		<description>The original writings of author Martin Lochner</description>
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			<title>elegy for my first love 1987 </title>
			<description>Debra Roberts This is full pulsing with every breath in reading it, with every heartbeat on each syllable. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/840595/</link>
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			<title>Nature Poems </title>
			<description>three poems </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/816516/</link>
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			<title>grand central </title>
			<description>after Ezra Pound </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/816071/</link>
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			<title>Metro express  </title>
			<description>it does not change the faces of children, looking out of broken windows while the train passes to the suburbs </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/816053/</link>
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			<title>On hotrod bend </title>
			<description>tarmac despair  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/814241/</link>
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			<title>Little Apple rolling </title>
			<description>floating high in your deep, manhole fancies in daisy coloured skies of lollipop meth </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/810596/</link>
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			<title>the booth </title>
			<description>she is with him </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/809634/</link>
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			<title>Congo </title>
			<description>Clickety- clickety clack the iron wheels were singing on the rail.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/809627/</link>
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			<title>The Romantic collection :03 poems </title>
			<description>Ayn Rand - Anthem, 1946
- I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/806120/</link>
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			<title>the explanation </title>
			<description>I had a horrific day at your shopping mall and found that your stated &amp;lsquo;convenience policy&amp;rsquo; is bollocks.

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/805596/</link>
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			<title>the marching song</title>
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The stupidity of the young.Michael Gra King

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/805591/</link>
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			<title>Dead Ford Blues </title>
			<description>she lived the nomad disaster hoping that one day 
the old Ford dies ,

 

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/804758/</link>
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			<title>Pushing Pimples</title>
			<description>Protect your children&amp;rsquo;s consciousness at home and never send them to fight wars. The shattering and scaring of their consciousness is permanent. 


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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/804742/</link>
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			<title>Paper Tiger</title>
			<description>Aad de Gids i didn't knew of dead writers but felt this poem in the double stream of the inner tattoo of the research of carcinogenic cells and an outer tattoo of a coogar eating away at guilt. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/804424/</link>
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			<title>Awkwardly I am </title>
			<description>Blaga Todorova- Sometimes just the fact that we are alive, awkwardly or most naturally in our skin, is the best of it all</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/803750/</link>
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			<title>Flash back Still </title>
			<description>Chris Nelles- stark and disturing. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/803749/</link>
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			<title>It is Mine</title>
			<description>&quot;Placing the very soul in cosmicWhole&quot;-Myra Lochner</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/803747/</link>
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			<title>Railway blues collection : 03 poems </title>
			<description>A poem must speak in clear simple words and while its meaning is deep and multi layered it much enchant the bricklayer and the scientist!
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/802773/</link>
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			<title>Elegy: beyond the ashes </title>
			<description>Excommunication with my mother. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin-Lochner/798930/</link>
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